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Young Buck
Young Buck
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Young Seph
Young Seph
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Come here daddy Seph you crazy People be doing the most, especially with these social media posts You see me I'm a ghost and when it's beef I approach (yeah) Any member of your team, bring it straight to your coach (whaddup?) Put it in when you smoke 'em, put you out like a roach (woo) I'm not the president, thanks for the penitentiary vote (you know) I just pray if I die today, I remember my quote (no way) Been in a hole with some killers, they was fishin' me note (no shit) Twenty-three in one, I know you don't think this shit a joke (no way) We shooting dice in the ceiling (dice) and we made it with soul (yup) Got to pay me with commissary, don't wan' hear that you're broke (alrigh') I see niggas they couldn't take it, turn the sheet to a rope (okay) Left his mama a note, then wrapped it around his throat, public opinion Fuck the world, what these niggas taught me (yeah) I just whip out a bag when they talked about me (woo) I didn't even get mad, I just let 'em all be (ay) Gangster, can't you see I'm a motherfucking G? (What) Take care, I'm in a place you never will see (nah) I'll never let these pussy niggas words kill me (ay) I'll buy another bird, I don't want it if it's free (proud) You B-R-O-K-E (huh) listening to public opinion It's still snitching if you gave a description (no) You made a decision to put yourself in that position (yeah) Niggas told you leave it alone but no, you didn't listen (damn) Got your picture on his phone, post, now the nigga missing (woo) All these comments on this Instagram'll fuck up your vision (yeah) Taking pics in his kitchen, then got you off of your mission (ay) Young niggas tryna find a plug 'fore they find a religion Get your case and holla God, "Please, don't send me to prison" You know Lloyd is red, gotta watch who you mention (watch who you mention) Shit is wild, I learned that in juvenile detention (yo) Niggas fingers is itching, bitches stomachs is starving (huh) Trapping out this apartment, don't give a fuck about public opinion (shit) Fuck the world, what these niggas taught me (yeah) I just whip out a bag when they talked about me (woo) I didn't even get mad, I just let 'em all be (ay) Gangster, can't you see I'm a motherfucking G? (What) Take care, I'm in a place you never will see (nah) I'll never let these pussy niggas words kill me (ay) I'll buy another bird, I don't want it if it's free (proud) You B-R-O-K-E Shit's been talkin' 'bout Jesus Think I give a fuck if they don't believe us (nah) They say that we ain't shit, but really know that they need us They call us animals, but they forget how they treat us (ay) So we remain solid like the rights they rigged us (yo) Then put us on probation just so they can repeat us (you know) Keep switching our locations, so our families can't meet us (damn) But still we in rotation, we don't need what you feed us (rodent) Just out here earnin' stripes like a pair of Adidas (woo) Ain't changin' nothin', fuck how niggas choose to receive us (huh-huh) Don't free none of our leaders, and that's how they tease us (okay) The bottom of the barrel, homie that's where they breed us The underachievers now we out here fightin' public opinion (ay) Fuck the world, what these niggas taught me (yeah) I just whip out a bag when they talked about me (woo) I didn't even get mad, I just let 'em all be (ay) Gangster, can't you see I'm a motherfucking G? (What) Take care, I'm in a place you never will see (nah) I'll never let these pussy niggas words kill me (ay) I'll buy another bird, I don't want it if it's free (proud) You B-R-O-K-E listening to public opinion
Writer(s): David Brown, Joseph Holmes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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